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July 26: Admittedly, the best part about yesterday was doing nothing for most of the day. I went to the Pride parade with Patrick (a guy I met online), hung out a bit with Sean and Andre and met up with Daffyd. It was my first parade. It was alright. Mostly, it was just nice to get outside and sit around shooting the shit. I did end up going to the Pride party at night and yes, I wore gear. And no, thankfully, I was not the only one. But I'm pretty sure I was the only one in my age range who was wearing gear. The coat check wasn't open and I had worn a t-shirt over my harness, and nothing looks more ridiculous than a t-shirt hanging out of your pants when you're in gear. So I went to the bathroom (no one was in it), took off my shirt and decided to fold it up and put it UP (not down) my pant leg. No one really looks down at your legs generally, and my shirt was small enough that you couldn't really tell it was there. Anyways, I'm standing in the middle of the bathroom, my pant leg pulled up a bit, shoving my t-shirt up against my leg and pull down my pant leg, stand up, and there's this guy in a sleeveless t-shirt standing RIGHT IN FRONT of me, just staring at me. How long he was there, I have no idea. He came in some time between me taking my shirt off and me standing up. I stare at him. He stares at me. Eons pass. Then he says, "Need some help?" and I recover and say, "Oh, no, I just had to put my shirt somewhere." Later in the night he runs into me and says, "When I saw in the bathroom, I thought you were stashing your underwear!" We had a good laugh. Me laughing slightly more nervously than him.

July 27: Bought a wetsuit today. And I almost bought a surfboard, but then decided to call my friend Steve, who surfs for advice. And he suggested that I take his girlfriend's board for the week! So I am now set to surf this week for my vacation. Woot.